Three down, three to go.
Anjali cast a brief glance over her shoulder at Mikhail who was tangling with two Republicans at the moment. He was more than holding his own, so Anjali focussed on her remaining opponent. The man had obviously learned from the mistakes of his comrades and kept his distance, always pulling back, whenever Anjali lunged for him, clearly intending to tire her out. And considering that the drugs in her system would only keep her going for a limited time, he might even succeed.
Behind her, Mikhail cried out, as one of his opponents managed to pass his defences and draw blood. The wound wasn’t bad, just a scratch really, and his lunge had left the Republican wide open for counterattack — an opportunity Mikhail mercilessly exploited by slamming his own titanium-reinforc
